Author's Note: Yes! I am ALIVE! I just had...umm...well nothing major, except i might have to move in with my dad due to family troubles with my mum (cries) but i still got this done! Sorry for making you wait so long and i hope ppl are still reading this. :)

Disclaimer: IfI owned Lost, you'd know about it.

Previously on Keep your enemies closer:

"Desmond, what's in there?" I ask hesitantly.

"We're running outta time!" Desmond hisses, running past me and pushing against the door until it slowly creaks open. I follow him numbly, unable to think or do anything.

I gasp.

There is someone already in the hatch.

Desmondtypes a series of numbers into the computer; 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 43, swears, deletes the last number and changed it to a 2.

7, 6, 5…

The counter stops at two. The beeping has stopped. I exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding. The counter goes up to 108 minutes and starts again. Desmond slumps in his computer chair and rests his head against the glass of the computer screen, relief evident on his face.

"Phew, that was close," says the blond man on the floor.

Desmond rolls his eyes and closes the space between us in one stride. "I'd like to give you a compliment, and you're going to take it. I'd also like to give you this, if you don't mind." Before I even get to ask what he is giving me, I am answered by the feel of lips against mine. I gasp a little but for some reason I don't pull away, in fact I return it. He's kissing me, I realize, Desmond is kissing me and I am kissing back. I close my eyes, and an unbidden image of Sawyer pops into my head, face full of hatred and betrayal. I pull away and gasp, stepping backwards a little.
"What's wrong?" I ask the distraught man, panic starting to kick in.

"It's…Sawyer, he-he just…collapsed."

"Where is he?" I ask urgently. Hurley doesn't answer, just runs out to the door. I follow and find him kneeling at Sawyer's side.

Sawyer is laying still, eyes closed and a sickly pallor to his skin. "Oh my god, oh god…is he…please tell me he's not…" I choke on my words, unable to say it for fear that it just might be true.

Desmond turns to Hurley. "Get the doctor."

(flashback)

I look at the little monitor and it feels like there is lead in my stomach. "Why…why isn't it moving?"

"I'm sorry."

"No…no. No, please, try again. "The tears are coming. I blindly hope that there was some sort of mistake, even though I know there isn't.

"I'm very sorry, you've lost the baby."

"No…please. Oh god, no." I sob, cradling my stomach as if I can protect it, that what he's saying isn't true.

"It was a girl."

"Oh shit. Desmond, I need some help over here!" I gasp as I crash out of that memory and see the doctor holding Sawyer, who is shaking convulsively.

"Sawyer!" I yelp, running towards him.

"Stay back! Desmond can help, he trained to be a doctor." Desmond looks guiltily at me, eyes wide and mouth working silently for a short explanation.

"What? But…you could've…" I mumble, completely baffled.

Jack interrupts me. "He's gone into shock. If we can't get him to stabilize he'll die."

Chapter Nineteen

I stutter.

"Wh-what?" I ask in complete disbelief, my face going from Desmond's to Jack's in an instant.

"I don't have time for this! Just stay back so we can fix him," jack says angrily, locking eyes with me, and I feel like a six year-old child being scolded.

"You can't let him die! Please…it's all my fault," I wail, grabbing his arm.

His head snaps in my direction so quick that I let go instantly. "I said stay back."

I take a few steps back and try to compose myself, trying to not let the tears flow again. But as I look at them- Jack and Desmond talking quickly, too quickly for me to understand in my present state, and Sawyer unmoving and sickly looking-my composure doesn't last long.

Angry tears spill down my face. This wasn't supposed to happen. Sawyer had always seemed so strong and resolute, unfaltering in his confidence and yes, sometimes even arrogance. He didn't show weakness, he chose to believe there wasn't any in him, and I suppose I started to believe it too.

A low moan escapes between Sawyer's lips and I notice that his shoulder is bleeding again. Jack is stitching up his wound, blood coating his fingers and most of Sawyer's arm. Desmond is holding Sawyer down whilst avoiding looking towards the wound. If Desmond is holding him down, then that means Sawyer is fighting. The thought makes me smile, a stubborn bastard even in a situation like this, Sawyer won't let a trivial thing such as a bullet take him down.

Please let that be true.

"Okay, I need water, lots of water, we gotta get his temperature down," Jack says.

"The shower?" Desmond asks.

Jack nods and they lift Sawyer up carefully. I move to help, but with a death glare from Jack I lead them towards the bathroom.

I open the door and turn on the cold water. Jack and Desmond slump Sawyer down in the shower and Jack gets in with him, shaking him slightly, feeling for his temperature. Then the tiniest movement of Sawyer's lips indicate that he said something, he spoke. Then, his eyelids flutter open for the smallest of moments, pupils dilating and taking in the sight before him. "Jackass…" and then they're closed. I want to jump up and down, I want to thank the doctor, I want to hug Sawyer. He's alive.

I hardly remember the journey back to the room, or Jack asking Desmond for a clean set clothes to change Sawyer into, but I find myself out in the kitchen, waiting for Sawyer to be decent enough for me to go back in. It's not like I haven't seen…well, most of it before anyway.

The door opens, and out steps Desmond. Before I even have time to register what I'm doing, my hand reaches back and I slap him hard on the face. "What the f-"

"You're a doctor? You're a doctor! How…how could you not tell me this?" I ask, trying not to hit him again and relax.

He steps forward to try and grab my arm, but I shrug him off. "Look, it's not what you're thinking-"

"Sawyer was dying, and you could've fixed him…but you just sat there!" I yell at him in disbelief.

He grabs my arm a second time, and pulls me away from the kitchen and further away from Jack. "I'm not a doctor!"

"Well, he seems to think otherwise…and I'd think he'd know, being one himself," I say tightly, feeling his hands press hard on my shoulders. It hurts but I'd never let him know that.

"Well, trust me, he doesn't know," Desmond says, and his temper is getting the better of him. His hands are pressing harder now and I'm sure there will be bruises later on.

I flail my arms about until they are free. "Trust you? Trust you! That's hilarious…and how dare you get angry at me! I'm not the one who's been hiding rather important information about myself," I say, rounding on him.

"What, that I'm not a doctor? Well then I guess you've been hiding the fact that you're not a doctor too!" he says, completely dumbfounded.

I try to hide the grin that is threatening to show on my face. "I think I've made it pretty clear from the start that I have a very minute amount of medical knowledge, Desmond." How do men do it? One second I swear I could murder them, the next I am grinning like a fool at some idiotic thing they've said.

"Well, I trained to be a doctor…but I never really learnt much, I was only there for 5 months. So I know how to bandage and do some really dodgy stitches, and how to look after a sprained ankle or a dislocated shoulder…I think Sawyer had something a wee but worse than all that."

"Yes well, I suppose so…okay, I'm sorry," I say, looking at the ground.

"Yeah…me too."

"I umm…I think I'm going to have bruises from all that manhandling of yours," I say with a raised eyebrow, daring him to argue.

"I've never manhandled a woman in my life," he says in complete confidence.

"Well, you have now, look at this," I say, smirking and pulling down the neck of my t-shirt to show him the mark left on my shoulder from our earlier argument.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to…you just… you just went batty and I just wanted you to calm down. You've got some way of irritating me beyond belief," he says with that lopsided grin.

"Don't worry, the feeling is mutual."

He narrows his eyes in thought and looks towards me. "You know what, if I didn't know better I'd think you actually like this, the fighting and the shouting and the bruises."

For a long while I am silent. How could a man read people so well? I didn't exactly like fighting…but, at least it was human interaction, the only type of human interaction I was really comfortable with. "Well, luckily you do know better."

"Well, the thing is, I'm not exactly sure that I do know-" Desmond is interrupted by Jack popping out of the bedroom, looking rather pleased wit himself.

"He's going to be okay," he says clearly in his 'doctor voice'. I lurch forward and grab his hand, shaking it rather enthusiastically. "Thank you, thank you so much!" I say, looking into his wide eyes.

"You're welcome. You don't need to thank me though, I might not be best friends with Sawyer but I'd never let him die," he says laughing slightly.

"Well I figured you should get thanks from someone, you're never getting any from Sawyer," I say, smiling slightly.

He laughs and nods his head. "Well, it seems you've got him all worked out pretty quickly," he sticks out his hand, "I'm Jack, by the way."

I shake his hand much more calmly this time. "Yeah I know, you're quite the celebrity on this island. I'm Morgan."

"Oh…so you're Morgan…nice to meet you." I frown up at him. What did he mean by that? Did the bald guy say something? Maybe the big guy, Hurley?

"About before…I didn't mean to be so rude, it's just, well…manners are the last thing on my mind in situations like that," he says seriously.

"Oh its fine, you fixed Sawyer so I can hardly be annoyed at you."

"Well do you two think you'll be able to look after him for a while? I've got to get back to camp and explain…all of this. They were a little worried when Hurley came running through the jungle screaming my name."

I laugh slightly. "I bet they were. Yes I think we can manage looking after him for a while."

"Great. Well just…make sure he stays hydrated and comfortable. If you need me you just follow the torches down to the beach…it shouldn't be too hard to find the camp."

"How long do you think you'll be?" Desmond asks, speaking up for the first time.

"A little over an hour"

"Okay, we'll fetch you if there's something wrong." He assures Jack. The Doctor leaves with a long skeptical look at Desmond and a nod, the big hatch door groaning shut.

I instantly run into the bedroom and grab the computer chair, rolling over next to Sawyer's still form. He looks much better now, the colour is back on his face and it is no longer set in a pained expression. His chest is rising and falling in a steady motion much to my relief. I brush the hair away from his face gently laughing a little as it falls instantly back into his eyes. My god, everything about the man is stubborn.

Sawyer looks so peaceful, so…innocent as he lies there that its almost like looking at a completely different person. My eyes widen when his eyes flutter a moment, on the verge of opening, but they never do.

"Sawyer?" I whisper uncertainly, "Sawyer, it's Morgan. Can you hear me?"

Nothing happens, but for some reason I feel compelled to continue, to apologize.

"Sawyer, I'm…I'm so sorry. If I had went with you then this might not have happened. If I hadn't attacked you then this definitely wouldn't have happened," tears are welling in my eyes and it's getting increasingly hard to speak with every word, "You have to wake up, Sawyer, so I can apologize to you face to face. Then you can gloat and smirk all you want. You can even call me 'princess' or 'darlin', I don't care as long as you get better. The truth is Sawyer…if you don't get better I'll never forgive myself, because…because you're the only friend I've got." I cover my face in my hands and try to stop myself from crying but it doesn't work.

"I swear to god I saw him smile just then," a voice says behind me.

"I turn my red eyes towards Desmond. "Oh please, the poor guy's barely conscious and you still won't give him a break!" I yell in Sawyer's defense.

"Look! He's doin' it again!" He points to Sawyer's form and when I turn Sawyer's face is the same it has been when I first came in.

"Look Desmond, I know you don't like him very much but this is ridiculous! Sawyer is…"this time when I turn I see Sawyers green eyes looking at me and the smallest of grins on his face.

I squeal.

Sawyer is most definitely awake.

ok so i hope that was good! review please as i only got about half of what i usually do for my last chappie which i thought was good but umm...obviously it wasn't :(. My leprechaun was very very upset and even had to go into councelling! lol

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